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Among other things, a novel is simply a long story, and the first question about any story is: What happens?. In the case of Ulysses, the answer might be Everything. William Blake, one of literature's sublime myopics, saw the universe in a grain of sand. Joyce saw it in Dublin, Ireland, on June 16, 1904, a day distinguished by its utter normality. Two characters, Stephen Dedalus and Leopold Bloom, go about their separate business, crossing paths with a gallery of indelible Dubliners. We watch them teach, eat, stroll the streets, argue, and (in Bloom's case) masturbate. And thanks to the book's stream-of-consciousness technique--which suggests no mere stream but an impossibly deep, swift-running river--we're privy to their thoughts, emotions, and memories. The result? Almost every variety of human experience is crammed into the accordian folds of a single day, which makes Ulysses not just an experimental work but the very last word in realism.
Both characters add their glorious intonations to the music of Joyce's prose. Dedalus's accent--that of a freelance aesthetician, who dabbles here and there in what we might call Early Yeats Lite--will be familiar to readers of Portrait of an Artist As a Young Man. But Bloom's wistful sensualism (and naive curiosity) is something else entirely. Seen through his eyes, a rundown corner of a Dublin graveyard is a figure for hope and hopelessness, mortality and dogged survival: "Mr Bloom walked unheeded along his grove by saddened angels, crosses, broken pillars, family vaults, stone hopes praying with upcast eyes, old Ireland's hearts and hands. More sensible to spend the money on some charity for the living. Pray for the repose of the soul of. Does anybody really?" --James Marcus --This text refers to an alternate Paperback edition.
I know this is supposed to be Great Literature, but I wrote like that when I was 14 and high. Call me ignorant, I didn't enjoy it.Published 11 days ago by Marie Brack
Excellent reading of a very difficult book. Molly's soliloquy was wonderfully read.Published 15 days ago by Janet Brand
Read the whole thing. I understood it. Have to admit - wasn't that impressed! I found the writing to lack poeticism, (contrary to what the academic critics are saying! Read morePublished 15 days ago by Andrew Q.
Difficult to read (I had to reread sections). Recent read Tale of Two Cities and found it difficult to read, but there is a major difference in the two books. Read morePublished 16 days ago by Frank
Although it is hailed as a masterpiece, I found it unreadable and gave it awayPublished 20 days ago by John W. Plattner